Scary stowytime :(

The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It wasthe night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in thetown of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. Shehad bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew shelooked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined.

"You are not going to that dance," her mother said.

"But why?" the girl asked her mother.

"I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going tobe for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go," her mother said.The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But shewas determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, sheput on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where thedance was being held. As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look ather. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticedher. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get aboyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her classwere fighting with each other to dance with her. Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get somepunch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When sheturned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standingnext to her.

"Dance with me," he said.

She managed to stammer a "yes", completely stunned by this gorgeousman. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once.She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. Theywere the center of attention. Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, tryingto step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feetfelt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster.She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them bothso that they were hidden from the crowd. When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed onceto the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and hehad spun the girl all the way to hell.

There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold your hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.

Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, your eyes will sting in bright light, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and the sweet smell of death will be upon your breath...

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.